The conference attendance was up again this year, by about 40 or 50 if what I heard is true. Heard several stimulating ideas, listened to a wonderful story crafted by Ann Garvin (and bought her book even though it's not my genre at all), made what I hope will be two or three longer-term connections with other authors.
I had hoped to make more of a splash in the pitching room. I was pretty down for a few hours on Friday but now that I'm home I find myself stoked up and ready to apply more heat. One works and works to get something to catch fire and after a while it's hard to get excited about more smoky embers. C'mon, flame dammit!
OK, I've descended to curse words (little ones). Time to get back to writing fiction where that's OK.